Writing this post isn’t working. I know we’re not supposed to use the backspace, but let’s face it—I use this key one out of every three I hit. Even now, that sentence made me hit the dreaded key. But I’m trying. Sort of. This no editing really is ruffling me. And writing every day? Well, we have to dream big. If we dream small, then we continue in our comfortable ruts and never explore or experience something different. Hence, I wanted to take a step into the unknown and do something zany (that didn’t necessarily involve a camera, because, let’s face it, I’m no camera genuis).
So I am here and now experimenting with writing anything and everything on my mind and trying not to edit it. But let’s be realistic. Some days, the keys just stare blankly back at you.
I am nearly halfway through my five minutes. It is a block day. Everyone has them. I haven’t written for almost a week, yes, I said it: a week. That’s pretty strange for me. Maybe I’m a little out of practise. I’m trying to get the blog up to date, make all the dates match up, recover from my hectic last week, and reassure myself that writing like this (dribble I call it) is only a temporary thing. I wanted to Stream my Consciousness. Some days are just like this: non-events.
But still, (one minute to go folks), you have to step out occasionally. Life gets to comfortable on blogs, especially when you can simply schedule everything. Being comfortable isn’t a bad thing. But it needs to be shaken. And I shook it (thank you, Mime).
I will still have my “no writing days”. I will stay have times when nothing comes out.
But you know what? There’s always another day. And on that day, no doubt, I will say something spectacular. That’s why I keep writing. Every day. Never giving up.
I don’t want to miss that spectacular day.
FIVE MINUTES. STOP